The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Two

DOMONIC

Gabriel’s eyes are locked on my blade as I begin to cut unceremoniously into his wrist. “Jesus! Fuck!” He screams. “That thing will never make the cut properly!”

“I can always use my teeth again, I promise, flashing my fangs. “Relax, ahe. Cadence will be bringing a scalpel. I’m only cutting into you for my own selfish pleasure. I like it when you scream.” I say coldly.”

“I don’t Paul,” snaps. “He’s worse than a female birthing a pup. Silence him! Once and for all.”

James chuckles, tossing Gabriel’s severed hand in the air over and over as if it’s a baseball. The skin on this thing is turning gray. Better hurry Gabe. Tell my Alpha what he wants to know, before we have to bury the hand without its master.”

“Fine! But please stop with the slicing, Gabriel pants, his eyes wilding when 1 drag the serrated edge along his newly formed flesh. “Arizonal They went to Arizona. Near the Grand Canyon! We have a compound there that’s built into the mountain. It’s where we’ve been keeping the females.”

“Keeping the females?” I hiss, my mind winding back to the conversation I had with Alpha Michael, earlier in the day.

Our females went missing.”

You have the Timber Wolf females, don’t you?”

Gabriel nods, his eyes falling closed as I place the blade on the table and take a seat across from him. “We do. They all were born of shifter blood. In theory, each of them potentially has the physical capacity to be marked and mated.”

fuck are the three of

present situation, they fill with arrogant disdain. “I knew you weren’t the brightest,

a free flying punch into Gabriel’s jaw for his

he did at the time was release the females

of them,” Gabriel sputters, wincing at the phantom pain in his wrist. “Only

Alpha’s venom.” My eyes light with angry fire as 1 realize he

“She doesn’t need to have shifter blood in her veins anymore, Domonic. She’s had your venom. She’s carrying your child. She has your blood pumping in her veins right at this moment. She’s literally carrying the missing piece of the puzzle that I’ve been working tirelessly to create

are you

blood of your baby, I can create a serum that will allow

species the ability to reproduce

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and anger Falling into my gut. “And how the fuck do you plan to access my

he gives me is beyond psychotic. “You had better call your daddy and tell him to hurry up with that medic if you want to save your baby. Because the clock is ticking and they will have

DRAVEN

cannot get them to open. My lips are split, parched. My tongue is like a useless hit of sandpaper taking up the space In

with my knees drawn up. But whatever bed that I’m on shakes and whines with the clang of old metal being dragged over rock. The rusted copper of its surface tingles my nose making me want to retch. I can feel the tremors of earth beneath the scrape of wheels in desperate need of a good olling and I want to roll over onto the ground, but I can’t. Because I don’t have use of limbs. The air

wander the marshlands of my mind with muddy feet. As if I’m in a swamp, searching for answers of who I am and what I’m doing here. How did I get here? What is my

my

At the edge

clouded and I need a full breath of air to break free. But I just

to take one.